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He just wanted us to call him 'Captain Da'
He said you can call me 'Da-Da'
whatever that meant
Out of gas and still burnin'

Hey there...
Who me?
Just a friendly neighbourhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
'Til there ain't no cars left
Must be 'cos I go by
With enough dust flyin around
To make you cry it back down
and choke half near to death
Oh I'm gonna go on your left

Sorry 'bout that

See like you a push the bucket
I like to burn big
Like you I gotta cut all the bullshit outta my life to live
So I tell 'em move over
This road aint big enough for ya
I'm flyin like Knightrider they tryin' to keep up
with they grandma outside on the side
Maybe their steel belted radials expired
Maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
Or something

Fucking asshole
My bad

Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?

See, when the whole things slows down
You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene
With the chance to take it... now!

Damn, what the fuck are you doing, motherfucking asshole - Sorry!
Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - I got yours right here buddy
Bite Me
Dude, What the fuck is your problem?
*something foreign* - Well get out the way then!
Move! - I'll catch you on the rebound
Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doin?

So much hostility
y'all just keep checkin your rear windows
Maybe you'll catch me passin'
Mashed!

Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash